Chapter 97 People Cannot See Their Own Emotions Clearly

I was freakin' out and grabbed Ethan's arm.

"You good? Don't scare me like that."

Ethan slumped over the steering wheel, but he reached out and grabbed my hand. "I'm fine. Chill."

He looked like he was about to pass out, but he said he was fine? Just as I was about to lose it, someone knocked on the window. A traffic cop was there, telling us we couldn't park and had to move. I begged him for help. A few traffic cops helped Ethan out, but he couldn't even stand up straight and started puking blood. I was so freaked out that I don't even remember how we got into the cop's car and rushed to Grace Hospital.

Turns out, it was acute gastric bleeding. The doc said it was a good thing we got him there in time; any later, and he could've bled out. When they brought Ethan back to the ward, he was awake but pale as a ghost, hooked up to an IV.

I'd never seen him so weak. I just stood there, frozen by the bed, scared out of my mind.

He looked at me and reached out. "Come here."

I walked over, and he pulled me to sit by the bed, placing my hand on his chest. "I'm really okay."

My eyes were stinging, probably red too. "The doc said your stomach didn't get messed up overnight. You must've been ignoring it for ages."

Ethan looked at me and gave a weak smile. "I'm a guy. If I made a fuss over every little pain, wouldn't that make me seem weak?"

"Illness doesn't care if you're a guy. Can you stop being so dumb?" I was still in shock, and his casual tone was driving me nuts. He gave me a weak, goofy smile.

"You're still smiling?" I glared at him.

Ethan pulled me to lean on his chest, his deep voice rumbling.

"Emily, I can tell you're worried about me. That makes my day!"

I was really scared. Even now, thinking about it makes my heart race.

What if he had been too weak to hit the brakes? What if he had been alone and no one noticed?

Too many what-ifs, and I didn't want to think about them.

Ethan held my shoulders and made me look up, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Come here, let me make you feel better." He cupped the back of my head and pulled me in, our lips meeting. Maybe 'cause he was weak, his kiss was super gentle. I kissed back even softer, pouring all my worry into it.

We only pulled apart when we heard a light cough.

Standing at the door was Jason, wearing a lab coat.

Ethan didn't seem to care, but I felt my face heat up as I got up to pour some water.

Jason strolled in, hands in his pockets, giving Ethan a look. "Thought you were invincible, huh? Now look at you."

Ethan tried to sit up, so I adjusted the bed and handed him a cup of warm water.

Ethan chuckled and cursed, "Can't you cut me some slack? I'm still a patient here."

why Ethan's stomach was

said Ethan often skipped breakfast. When he was younger, Martin could still keep him in check, but as Ethan

his teens. When he was upset, he'd disappear, hide somewhere, and

my dirty laundry in front of my wife?" Ethan smiled

about his past, my

most, Ethan must've

pushed down my sadness and forced a

me and grinned. "Who

Lacey and Ethan's assistant showed up, giving updates on the company's situation by the

flipping through documents

working, he was all business, like he had this impenetrable mask on, not letting anyone see his soft side or pain. Lacey left at the end of the

"I didn't drive

leaning against the window, stood up straight, took off his lab coat, and draped it over his arm, smiling smoothly. "Sure

left, I stood by the window and soon saw them walking side

Ethan's voice suddenly came from behind

handsome in his

"It's just a stomach thing,

"Don't you think they

looked at the two figures disappearing downstairs. "What? You trying

looked at him, raising an

hair, his voice

a spark, they don't need a

intuition, I felt like Lacey had a thing

"Sometimes, people can't see their own feelings clearly

"Good luck with

I grabbed some oatmeal. After Ethan ate,

out for some fresh air. Passing by the water room,

filled a hot water bottle and walked down the hallway

follow him to a

open, and I could see everything

fetched the water helped a woman in bed sit up, opened a lunch box, and fed her spoonful by

elderly woman finally noticed me standing

did I realize I had been

in the ward

was true, and now she was at Grace Hospital, which

down the lunch box and sat to the side, smoking

on me, her

"Emily, come sit."

walked in, maybe because they

by the bed and asked, "How's it

sighed. "Just taking it one day

about the mess between Arthur and me, a chill ran up

I, once so close,

the most tragic figures

only rely on

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